Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1887-05-22

that so? Then she shows very sOou sSi
for John Mel is an honest man, Frank
Muller. and you are not. Listen to me,
he went on, with o sudden outDurst OF
nassiop: "I tell you that you are q dls-
honorable man and q villain. l tell you
that won murdered the Hottentot Janges
father. mother. and uncle in cold blood
when Won were vet a lad. / tell you that
the other day you tried to murder Jonn
Mel pretending q to mistake him for a buck
And now YOU, who petitioned for this
country to be taken over by the queen,
and have gone round singing out your
LOYALTY at the top of your voice, come ano
tell me that you are plotting 10 orins
about an insurrectiOn and to plunge the
land into war, and ask me for Bessie a. the
price of your protection! And now VIII
tell YOU something in answer, Frand Null
Ter u and the old man rose up, his Keen
ewes flashing in wrath, and, STRENGTHENING
his bent frame, pointed towards the door
go out of that door and never come
through it again. / rely upon o ana
the English nation to protect me, ana hoU
on such as YOU. and / would rather see my
dear Bessie dead in her coffin thar mar
| Tle0 10 n kudNC dhu ~
like Frank Muller. Co."
The Boer turned white with fury as ne
listened. Twice he tried u speak anu
failed. and when the words did come they
were so choked and laden with passion as
to be scarcely audible. When thwarted
he was liable to these excuses OF rage, ana
thew. figuratively speaking, spOildhis char
acter. Could he have kept his head, he
would have been a perfect and triumphant
villain; but as it was, the carefully plan
ned and audacious rascality Of years was
always apt to be swept away by the sud
den gale of his furious passion. 1t was In
such an outburst of rage that he had as
saulted John in the inn yard at Wakkerst-
room, and thereby put him on his guard
against him, and now it mastered him once
more.
Every we'll, Silas Croft" he said at last,
81 will go; but mark this, l will come
back, and when l come it shall be with
men armed with rifles. / will burn this
pretty place of yours, that you are so proud
of, over your head, and l will kill you and
YOUR friend the Euglishman, and take
Bessie away, and very soon she will be
clad enough to marry Frank Muller; but
then | will not marry her-nO, not If she
goes on her knees to me-and she h go
on her knees often enough. We will see
then what God and the English nation will
do TO protect yOu. God and the English
nation! Call on the sheep and the horses;
call on the rocks and the trees, and you
will get a better answer"
Co.. Numbered the old man, "or by
~ o. -.s, llo,nhan,a / xufn mt a hnllpf
through YOU" and he reached towards a
rifle that hung over the mantelpiece, "or
: nv Kafirs shall whip you off the place. !"
Frank Muller waited for no more. He
turned and vent. 1t was dark now, but
there was still some light in the sky at the
end of the blue-gum avenue, and as he
rode away against it he made out Bessie's
tall and graceful form softly outlined upon
the darkening night. John had lelt her to
see about some pressing matter connected
with the farm, and there she stood, filled
with the Joy of a woman who has tOund
her love, and lOath as yet to break its spell
by entering again into the daily round oil
common life.
There she stood, a type and symbol OF
all that is beautiful and gracious in this
rough world, the lovelight shining in her
blue eyes and thoughts Of happy gratitude
to the Giver of all good rising from her
heart to heaven, drawn up thither, as it
were, by the warmth of her pure passion,
rs the dew mists Ofthe morning are drawn
inward by the sun. There she was 50
good, so happy, and so sweet; an answer to
the worlds evil, a symbol of the worlds
iOv. and an incarnation of the worlds
beauty! Who but a merciful and almighty
Father can create children such as she, so
lovely, so lOvable, and set them on the
world as he sets the stars in the sky to light
it and make beholders think of holy things,
aud who but man could have the heart to
turn such as she to the base uses TO which
they are daily turned?
Presently she heard the horses hoOfS,
aud looked up, so that the faint light fell
upon her face, id~ealizingit, and making its
passion breathing beauty seem more oil
, heaven than OF earth. There was some
look upon it, some indefinable light that
day-such is the power that love has tn
infuse all human things with the tint OF
his W splendor-that it went even IL
the heart of the wild and evil man who
|, adored her with the deep and savage force
of his dark nature. For q moment he
paused half regretful, half afraid. Was
!, it we'll to NEEDLE with her, and ia
build up plans for her overthrow
r and that of all she chung TO:
Would it not be better to let her be, to GO
his way and leave her to go hers, in peace?
!, She did not look quite like a woman stand
ing there, but more like something belong,
, ing to another world, some subject of a
f higher power. Men of powerful but un,
!, disciplined intellect like Frank Muller are
never entirely free from superstition, how,
| ever free they may be from religion, and he
= grew superstitiOus, as he was apt to do.
= Might there not be an unknown penalty
E for treading such a flower rs that into the
E mire-intO mire mixed perchance with the
r blood OfthOse she loved?
For a few seconds he hesitated. Should
= he throw up the whole thing, leave the
rebellion to look after itself, marry one Of
Hans Coetzee's daughters, and trek to the
Old Colony, or Bechuanaland, or any
where? His hand began TO tighten on his
3 bridle-rein and the horse to answer to the
| pressure. As a first step towards it ht
Y would turn away TO the left and avoid her
| when suddenly the thought of his success
| full rival flashed into his mind. What
: leave her with that man? Never
' He had rather kill her with
his.owh hand. In another second he haC
o sprung from his horse, and, before she haC
! guessed who it was, was standing face t
face with her. The strength of his jealous
desire OverpOwered him.
"Ah, I thought he had come aftel
missile" said jamie, who, pursuing hi:
. former tactics, was once more i~ndulginI
n his passion OF Sinking about behind tree.
and in tufts of grass. Now what will
missile sayn
t "How are you, Bessie?" he said, IN
y quiet voice; but she, looking into his face
saw that it belied his voice. /
u was alive with evil passions that seemed
u to make it positively lurid, an effect tina
II it's undoubted beauty only intensified.
It 81 am quite well, thank you, Mr.. Null
D Ter" she answered, as she began to NOV,